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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Morning Commute:

It may or may not have been a good night for this particular morning commuter, who either partied his shirt off or lost it, when he pried himself from a ‘trap’ upon waking.

Still, he manages to pull off the Slash-look, easily, even in spite of his state of consciousness.

The jungle apparently brought him to his kn-n-n-n-nees.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion Files from the Evening Commute:

With TransLink’s record of delays this past year, it only makes sense to have a back-up plan.

And, if it looks better than a Car2Go when you wear it, why not.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Evening Commute:

Destination – not unknown?

Although the Millennium Line doesn’t go to the border, this commuter appears to be on his way to an American Independence Day celebration.

Fireworks are sure to go off if this gentleman and his festive get-up get across the line.

And with that, we wish a happy Fourth of July to our fellow commuters south of the 49th parallel!

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Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Morning Commute:

Ten minutes into their first date, they both should have known it wasn’t going to work.

“He said to me: ‘Relax, princess,'” reported the scorned girl. “So I gave him a backhand to the face,” she added, demonstrating awkwardly for her two confidants.

Still, she made plans to see him again, coordinating the rendezvous via text, until she discovered she was texting with her potential boyfriend’s brother and not the bachelor himself.

“How would I know who I am talking to? I can’t see him,” she asked, rhetorically.

“What a weirdo,” one friend noted, supportively.

But the determined bride-to-maybe-someday-be eventually got the prankster’s actual number, and attempted to get to know him better.

While “bickering playfully,” however, he announced he didn’t like her personality and declared that they wouldn’t see each other again.

She responded with tears and he, again, proclaimed that she should “relax.”

Tales from the Transit Line

Deep Thoughts from the Morning Commute:

Taxi drivers are like hair dressers.

You hire them to do a very specific job, but then they start asking you how you want them to do that job, and you’re all: ‘I don’t know man, you’re the expert, figure it out.’

Postscript: My driver’s bad breath mixed with his – yes his – perfume – yes perfume – is making me car sick.

#grouchy

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Evening Commute:

A large cat was seen taking public transit in Vancouver today, but unlike its similarly-sized cousins – lions and tigers, the animal appeared to be domesticated.

The nearly six-feet-tall feline, who also sported a mustache and strawberry-red hair on his head, was reading the newspaper and walking upright.

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Tales from the Transit Line

Fashion File from the Evening Commute:

If you’re carrying a camouflage Coach man bag, but your dress shirt’s untucked, your loafers are blue with cheetah accents, and your blasting David Bowie’s Modern Love on your iPod, you get a pass for the bag.